I am the rogue wave
Crashing upon your shore
Dissipates without a trace
Leaves you wanting more
I am the glance
Of an infinite moment
Embittered on your tongue
The love which you felt for me
Before I had the chance to run
The prosperous affair
A widow's tragic weeping
I am the breath you thought you stole
But it is my voice I'm keeping
I surrendered to the calling
I bowed unto the vision
But sea salt burns my eyes
and currents cease to be imprisoned
Beacon for wayward souls
Drifting atop the sea
The full moon's glow radiating
What will be, will be
